My unfortunate destiny
I am forgotten,even though I am seen.
I am rejected often and pacified with friendly hugs and kisses.
My attempts to be desirable are not effective and I feel worthless.
Am I worthy enough to be loved, to be held, to be looked at.
His words are forced.
The love and warmth in them has disappeared.
I no longer take his breath away.
We are dying and dispite all my attempts I can not change our course.
It hurts just sit back and watch. To only be able to hope.
I want to die. Maybe I’m already dead.
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mmh
`yet familiar```well doneawwww thanks.
– hiresholmes
Don’t think of this as your destiny, but rather as an unfortunate detour. And your own worth is in what you do when no one is looking.
If you were dead, do you think that you could have written such a heart-felt poem?
deep and beautifully woven words
Yea, I can definitly feel this one. A lot of times im the person on the other side forcing the words. Well written,